Eleanor Mcevoy Territory Of Poets Lyrics

Territory Of Poets Lyrics

TERRITORY OF POETS  ELEANOR MCEVOY



He's tired of getting up



Tired of life



Tired of working at the same old job



And tired of his wife.



Overcome with a desire



To come of age



Better step aside for Johnny



'Cause he's come to take the stage



Take the stage







He's in the territory of poets



Movin' slow



He's in the territory of moving



But not knowing which way to go.



He hides the ring that's on his finger



Made of gold



He's in the territory of poets



And he's doing what he's told



What he's told







Johnny's looking 'round the bar



For a dance



Once he sets his eye on Sally



She doesn't stand a chance



Though the lines that he's rehearsed



Pass her by



When he asks her for a date



She says, "Friday would be fine.



How 'bout nine?"







He's in the territory of poets



Movin' slow



He's in the territory of moving



But not knowing which way to go.



He hides the ring that's on his finger



Made of gold



He's in the territory of poets



And he's doing what he's told



What he's told







Sally's putting on her dress



Half past eight



Johnny takes a little line of something



Just to keep him straight



Through her shadow and her blush



She shines through



She says her powder makes her feel much better



He says his does too.



His does too.







He's in the territory of poets



Movin' slow



He's in the territory of moving



But not knowing which way to go.



He hides the ring that's on his finger



Made of gold



He's in the territory of poets



And he's doing what he's told



What he's told